Any of you ever wonder if identical twins really have some sort of psychic connection? (My evil twin Calvin Poon is nodding his head.) I had the chance to test this theory Tuesday morning.

There is a set of 9 year old twin sisters named Khalia and Kanisha at the King's Club. Both of them were scheduled to depart for camp on Tuesday. Khalia often complains of getting carsick during the 15 minute ride when I drop her off at home, so I know the almost 2 hour ride (turns and hills included) to camp would not be good. Kanisha never complains about motion sickness. She tells me only Khalia gets carsick. From my experience, Kanisha never gets carsick.

We had 2 vans to take 12 girls and all their luggage to camp. I drove one van with most of the girls and my co-worker Willie drove the other van with mostly luggage and a few girls. I made sure Kanisha was on my van and Khalia was on the other van. I told Willie that Khalia gets carsick sometimes, so be ready.

At about the 1 hour mark, approxiamtely where highway 92 meets highway 1 near Half Moon Bay, Kanisha tells me she's not feeling so good. Her exact words were: "Khalia's getting carsick and I can feel it. My head hurts." I ask her if she's sure it is not her that's carsick, and she insists that she never gets carsick, but Khalia does and right now, her sister's motion sickness is causing her pain. About 20 minutes later, we made a bathroom stop and I asked Khalia if she got carsick. She said no. Kanisha then complains that Khalia gave her sickness to her somehow.

My conclusion: I don't know. I'm sure my twin is baffled as well.

In a related camp driving story, remember that there were 2 vans that set out on this trip to drop kids off at camp. One of them almost didn't make it back. The last part of the 2 hour journey to camp involved driving up a mountain on a windy, bumpy, unpaved one-lane road for about 5 miles (takes about 20 minutes). The sun was bright and it was really hard to see all the bumps and ditches in the road due to the random shadows caused by the overhanging trees. One slip and you could end up in a ravine or sliding down the side of the mountain (there's 2 turns that scare the crap out of me everytime I go there). So we drive up okay and wait for all the other vehicles to get to the top. Once everyone checks in, we know the road is clear to drive down. I decide to drive down first, and Willie would follow behind.

We're driving pretty slow due to the fear of tumbling off the cliff, but about a third of the way down after many curves, I can't see Willie in my rearview mirror anymore. I see a lot of dust and figured he slowed down and put some distance between us so the dust could clear and he could see better. Not a very safe place to tailgate anyways. No big deal, I keep driving. When I reach the bottom of the road and reach paved ground again, I drive up to the intersection with the main road and wait for Willie to catch up. A couple minutes go by. 5 minutes pass. Willie drives faster than me, so it should not have taken this long. 10 minutes pass. Uh oh, something happened.

I drive back to the base of the mountain and still no sign of the other van. Now all that fear of tumbling off a cliff thing comes back into my head. I park my van and start walking up the road on foot (one-lane road remember; didn't want to be caught with the vans meeting head on with nowhere to turn around and going up the road in reverse was definately not an option). I figured if he did tumble off a cliff, I would have heard the explosion (these are big 15 peeps vans). More likely, he got stuck somewhere or had some mechanical problem. So I started the 5 mile trek to the top, hoping to see the van somewhere along the way. (I had no idea what to do if i did make it to the top without seeing the van, but I was praying that was not going to be the case.) After about 1.5 miles up the road in the 90 degree heat, I see long lost King's Club van being driven by Willie.

Apparently he did a slow mini-swerve to avoid hitting a fox that ran out on the road and ended up getting the right side tires stuck in a ditch full of mud. Luckily, he was still close enough to the top of the mountain that one of the other vehicles still there was able to help pull the van out. Good thing he swerved right and not left.